#i'll try my best to finish the requests while streaming

[gotchibam]

Hello! Would anyone be interested if I did a couple of flash comms? I'm planning to stream later & do the comms during the stream. Limited to pokemon only tho, so no custom requests :( (I might allow a bit of accessories but that's it) The style will be similar to the pic below:

I really need the money to buy a router since I can't use the pocket wifi I've been using anymore 🥲 Might accept around 2-3 slots only! (will open them thru ko-fi later if ppl are interested)

[russellsppttemplates]

I'm always over the moon (Lando Norris)

A look into your and Lando's little life moments

Note: english is not my first language. It's fluffy, so you know I pratically melted (and am now feeling single in about seventeen different levels)✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions accident drop of a glass and possibility of injury

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Today's training session was particularly hard, Jon having Lando run a considerable amount of kilometres more than the usual distance followed by a weights session. By the time he was finished his cryotherapy session, he was more than ready to go home and snuggle up to you in the sofa.

Setting his keys on the little bowl by the door, Lando left his shoes on the coat cabinet by the door before walking to the ensuite bathroom where he heard noise from.

"I'm home, baby", he said, crossing the corner and resting his body on the side of the door, watching you rub product on your face.

"Hey, Lan", you smiled at him through the mirror, putting the lid on the pot you were using and storing it away.

Approaching him, you laced your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls ay the nape of his neck, "how was your session?", you wondered before kissing his lips.

"It was a killer, Jon set out to push me to the limit today", he hummed, hands finding your waist and holding your body close to his, "and you?", he checked.

"I worked all day, finally finished the prototypes for the next Quadrant campaign, then I worked out and I was just finishing my shower when you arrived", you added.

"I should've come home earlier, I could have joined you in there", he smirked, lowering his head to your neck and kissing the skin softly, earning your giggles as you squirmed.

"You're tickling me", you smiled, curling yourself closer against him, "but it's alright, baby, we'll do it another time".

When you separated yourself from his slightly, Lando noticed what you were wearing, "ugh, baby, I don't know what would be better, getting home when you were in the shower or this", he complimented.

"What do you mean?", you scrunched your eyebrows, looking down at your outfit. Because you had moisturised your whole body, from head to toe, after your workout, you decided to put on your tiny pyjamas shorts and one of Lando's t-shirts, the bottom piece fitting your thighs loosely while his t-shirt fit snug on your hips and chest, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Even though he knew everything it kept away, he loved the way your curvilinear body looked in his t-shirt.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, they look so good on you, too god even", he nibbled on your ear lobe, hands tapping your thighs so you knew to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"I thought you were too tired, baby", you brushed the curls away from his eyes, "I am, but that doesn't mean I won't spend the evening glued to you", he winked, carrying you to the sofa in the living room, laying you both down and wrapping you both in a blanket.

"Can't have you feeling cold, baby", he mumbled, fixing the blanket before his hand travelled under the t-shirt and settled on your tummy, making you hum in content, "I love you, baby", you cooed.

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"Alright, let's get to work!", Lando clapped after setting the last box on the living room floor.

When you moved all of the things you wanted to Monaco, Lando insisted you should bring your favourite books, reasoning that the apartment should also have some of your things instead of just his helmets for decoration. So, three boxes were shipped with your favourite book collections and stand alones and, you and Lando took the afternoon to organise them.

"I get this can be boring for you, Lan, I can do it myself if you want to go stream or just game", you added, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Absolutely not, baby, I want to help you! So, how do you want this?", he asked as he looked at what was in the boxes, "do you want to do this by colour? Genre? Date? The ones you've read and the ones you haven't read yet", he suggested.

"We can go a bit with the colour schemes you already have with the helmets", you tried, looking over at the colour palette the books made up.

Wiping the shelves one last time, you sat on the floor and handed the books over to your boyfriend, guiding him through the order and way you wanted to display them.

"Oh, I remember this one - I read it to you the first time I spent the night at your place! You didn't want to seem weird and admit you needed to read a little before going to bed and thought you could go without it for one night!", he smiled at the memory, "Little did you know that it was another one of the things that attracted me to you and I was more than happy to read to you", he winked, leaving you flustered as you handed him the next book, "very smooth, Mr. Norris", you blushed.

"I like to keep you on your toes", he chuckled, "next, there's room for that big collection there", he pointed to the eight books that shared the same design, "might be a tight squeeze, but I think it's fine", he muttered as you handed him the books.

By the time you finished, the living room looked like a good mixture of you and Lando. The books added a pop of colour and softer tone along with the new picture frames you scattered.

"It looks great", Lando said, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "our home is coming together nicely", he kissed the side of your head.

.

"They can spend the day, of course I don't mind", you smiled as you out the cutlery away in the drawer.

"It's your home too, baby, just wanted to make sure you're fine with it", Lando reasoned as he wiped the counter.

It was still weird to refer to the apartment as your home, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Closing the door and moving to the cups drying on the counter, you grabbed a tea towell and started drying them before setting them in the cupboard.

"I'll make sure to not make too much noise, or I can go and work at the café down the street, it's - shoot!", you cursed as the glass slipped from your hold, falling on the floor and shattering into little pieces.

"Careful, darling, you might hurt yourself more", Lando urged, stretching his arms and helping you stand where there were no glass shards.

"I'm sorry, I thought the towell wasn't that slippery", you said as Lando scanned your hands for any cuts or injuries, moving to your feet and ankles.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care about the glass, I care about you", he kissed your fingers, "there's a little graze here", he pointed to the small nick on your skin, "go wash it off while gather these", he kissed your cheek and looked for the broom.

Making sure he had sweeped all of it and then passing the vacuum cleaner just to make sure, Lando finished putting the glasses away as you stood by the door, "it's fine,Y/N, we'll go to IKEA and get a new one", he conforted, "now, are we ready for bed?", he wondered as he held your hand as you walked to the bedroom.

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"My shoulders are killing me, I think I slept funny", you mumbled, trying to find a good position against the office chair, Lando's look questioning your movements.

"Are you in pain? You should've said something", he tutted, hands coming to rub the muscles along your shoulders and neck as Ria went over the latest filming plans.

"Y/N, are you okay, girl?", Ria asked, concerned at the faces you were pulling, "are you sure he's helping you rather than making it worse?", she teased.

"Hey!", Lando yelled, "I'm trying to be a great boyfriend, making sure she's feeling well and taken care of! I think that's jealousy", he smirked, poking his tongue out at her.

"It's feeling good, handsome, especially right there", you groaned, earning a whistle from Max.

"If you guys need a room, I'm sure they can find something relatively kept away!", he laughed, luckily missing the pillow your boyfriend threw at him, "no need to resort to violence, guys!".

"Bring that pillow over here, please, I actually need it", you asked him, taking it from his hands as he quickly walked away, "what, are you afraid I was going to make you trip?", you giggled.

"I don't know, the two of you are never up to any good!", Max raised his hands in defense as Lando kissed your forehead, "He's just jealous because we're a great team and P isn't here with him".

.

Weekends with no racing and no plans quickly became your favourite because you were able to spend as much time as you possibly could with Lando, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult.

When Lando woke up like clockwork, he stretched his neck just enough to watch you sleep cuddled up to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much Quadrant had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer.

Carefully getting up to not wake you up, Lando kissed your cheek soflty and made his side of the bed, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head one last time before he went to the ensuite to change into his workout clothes.

Heading to the kitchen, Lando filled his water bottle and grabbed a pre-workout snack to take to the home gym. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications Jon had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up, following up with some weights and then stretching.

He was all sweaty when he walked back into the bedroom, ready to have a shower when he heard the sheets ruffling, "hey, baby, good morning", he smiled, "you can go back to sleep, I just need to take a shower, I'm sorry I woke you up", he pouted.

"Morning", you yawned, "I'm going to shower with you", you smiled sleepily, getting up and joining him in the ensuite.

Leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor, Lando got the shower started, making sure the water was warm as you both liked before stepping in with you, letting the water wash away before you grabbed your shower gel, lathering it on Lando's hands and then on yours as you both helped the other wash off, stealing kissing and caresses along the way.

When you got back to the bedroom and dressed in lounge wear clothes, you were ready to have breakfast, finding the overnight oats in the kitchen, "I don't mind if you want to eat something else", Lando offered.

"These are good, I don't mind it", you said, "but I am going to make my latte because my brain can't go without the caffeine", you scrunched up your nose, earning his giggles as you turned on the coffee machine.

"Can I have a little sip, please?", Lando asked once you frothed up the milk, "of course, here baby", you encouraged, bringing the mug up to his lips and having your hand form a shell under it just in case it spilled.

Lando was left with a little foam moustache, earning a giggle from you as you kissed him, "my little frothy man", you cupped his cheek before kissing him properly, "I love you, Y/N", he whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

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"You pick the movie, I have to go pee", you said to your boyfriend, letting him walk inside the living room as you continued down the hall to the bathroom.

For tonight's plan, you and Lando decided to stay in and cook together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing or heating up something from his meal plan, still making something healthy and approved by his team.

When you got back to the living room,

Lando had his Spotify app on the TV, a slow song you recognised from his brother's wedding playlist ready to play, "would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your knuckles before looking up at you, eyes sparkly as you replied, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the living room once he started the song, your head in his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that we met, that I was bold enough to ask you out and that you've stayed with me all of these years", he broke the silence as he unattached his lips from your temple, "and I never want to loose this, little touches, giggles, wins and losses, all of it", he smiled.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Lando", you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks as he smiled, "I can only hope you feel as happy as I do when I'm with you".

"Darling, with you, I'm always over the moon", he giggled, kissing your lips softly as he stumbled you two into the sofa, roaming hands and tongues battling eachother as a night of love and passion unfolded.

[angelofsmalldeaath]

If i could be extremely indulgent i’d love to request a fic.

Reader in in the last few weeks of her internship (nursing) and also graduating. Mentally and physically so tired but a lot left to do. Andrew starts making her food to take with her, when she falls asleep on the couch in the evening takes her upstairs or just listens to her rant about the horrible assignments left.

ps. I love your stories they bring me such joy

okay so i'll be really honest, i have no idea how nursing internships work. i've tried my best to look it up but i'm sure this is riddled with factual errors. regardless... i hope you enjoy ♡︎

cw: nothing i can think of apart from brief mentions of food, fem!reader

“can i come in, darling?” he knocks on the door softly, peeking in first to make sure she’s awake. she is. barely. trying to shield herself from the sunlight streaming in by hiding her face in the pillow. the sight makes him smile. “i got you something to eat.”

a lump shuffles under the blanket, a head peeks out followed by a soft hmph. 

“come on, darling, it’s four already,” he closes the door behind him and walks up to her. then he sets the bowl on the table and sits on the bed. 

“fuck, already?!” she grumbles, and moves away from the pillow only to squish her face in the side of his thigh. 

“can i have five more minutes?”

“are you sure you can afford that?”

she groans again, louder than the last time. ���i hate this internship!”

“no, you don’t.” he laughs and slides some of her hair off her face until he can see at least a bit of it. “come on, now. if you get up now you can eat in peace before you have to leave.”

with great effort, she peels an eye open and looks at him, blinking against the sunlight. “what did you get me?”

“why don’t you get up and see?”

“ugh,” she pouts, “traitor.”

he waits patiently after that, stifling a giggle when she hisses against the direct sunlight on her face and stretches like a cat before propping herself up against the pillows. his heart aches a little too—there are bags under her eyes and tired lines etched onto her face. the last few weeks really have been the hardest on her. 

“gorgeous,” he smiles, and kisses her head softly. 

she grins at him, toothy and infections and looks to the nightstand for food. her eyes fall on the bowl, a gasp echoes in the room. 

“you peeled me a pomegranate?!”

“two pomegranates,” he corrects proudly. “they were quite small.”

“awww,” she grabs his face, kissing him sweetly, “you’re a mother hen!”

he watches her when she pops a few seeds in her mouth���six, just like persephone. even though it’s not enough to make her stay. “good?”

“delicious…”

for a while, she’s quiet, eating spoonfuls of the pomegranate seeds. he declines when she offers him some. these are for her, he’s just content watching. 

“when will you be back?” he traces a circle on her knee and takes the bowl from her once she’s done eating. 

she pouts again, this time in earnest. “not until tomorrow. 8 am i think.”

“oh…”

“you have to sleep alone tonight. and…what was that? the birds—”

“don’t chirp,” he finishes for her, laughing. “the colours dim. it’s a proper tundra.”

in the quiet of the room she buries her face in his chest. he can even hear a little sniff, but he doesn’t tease her about it—for one he’s busy burying his nose in her hair until all the air in his lungs smells like her shampoo. 

“thank you,” she whispers. 

“for the fruit?” 

she snorts and nods. “sure. and everything else. for carrying me to bed when i fell asleep on the settee, for letting my cry out my frustrations.” she pulls back a little and cradles his cheek. “for taking care of everything in the house so i’d have time to rest. seriously—”

he tuts when she chokes a little and swallows roughly. “you’d do the same for me. you have done the same for me. when i’m so close to album deadlines i don’t even have the time to breathe, when i’m so tired from being on the road i can’t even lift my head. we are a team, sweet girl.” 

she nods, lets him steal a kiss. her skin is sun-warmed by now, gorgeous and glowing in the golden light. she need to get up and start getting ready if she has to leave on time. but the thought of letting her out of this bed breaks his heart. 

“a few more weeks,” he whispers in her hair and kisses her head again. a few more weeks. it’s for him just as much as it is for her.

“and then it’s over.”

“you’ll miss it when it’s done,” he teases. “i know you.”

“i can still complain about it now though!”

he laughs at that, kissing her knuckles one last time when she finally gets out of bed, groaning and stretching, on her way to get ready. “as much as you want,” he smiles. “i’ll sit here and listen.”

[scarletwinterxx]

hyuck hugs and cuddles - haechan oneshot

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"Love, I thought you were resting"

You let out a sigh as you rinse the bowls and plates in the sink, feeling a presence beside you

"I thought you were resting, you said you weren't feeling okay"

"I thought I asked you to wash the dishes this morning" you mumbled, annoyed.

It's not totally his fault. You're on your period and everything is annoying to you at the moment. You really do feel bad right now, your cramps are at a level 8 on the pain scale and you woke up with the worst headache. Hence why you asked Haechan to do the dishes.

In his defense he was going to do it. But then he got distracted by other things. It's his fault you found the dirty dishes first before he did, he knows you hate telling him to do things twice. It's a flaw he's trying to work out.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was going to do it"

"You weren't, you didn't. I'm doing it now, can you just go?"

You didn't even notice you were crying until he wipes a few tears away. He takes the gloves off of your hands, he also knows your hands get an allergic reaction if you don't wear gloves which is why he's the one who does the dishes most of the time.

He wipes your hands with a towel, taking the apron off of you before pulling you in for a hug. You don't say anything, you just let him hug you then you walk upstairs to your bedroom.

Haechan let you have some time, finishing the remaining dishes before he follows you. There he finds you on the bed, tears in your eyes streaming down your cheeks.

Silently crying your frustrations and a bit of pain away.

You feel the bed dip before a pair of arms hug you.

"Shhh, it's okay" he mumbles, you turn around so you could bury your face on his chest. He feels you shake against him, crying.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you" you say in between cries while your boyfriend pats your back gently, trying his best to provide comfort for you

"Hey, no need for a sorry. I'm at fault here, I'll do the dishes okay don't worry about that. I'm sorry I didn't do it earlier, I went to the store to get you chocolates and your favorite bread that's why I was out"

"You got me bread?" you asked, resting your cheeks on his chest. Haechan smiles down at you, kissing your head a few times while his hand rests on your hand.

"Yep. Your favorite ones, if you want I'll cook you ramen too. I know you love that" he tells you. If he could he would take the pain instead. But you and him both know you can handle it better, you'd probably laugh at him if he ever agrees on trying that cramps simulator thing which he strongly said no to because he hates those things so much.

So when it's that time of the month for you, he tries to be the best boyfriend ever and get you everything you need. He hate seeing you in pain which sometimes can get real bad for you, but there's only so much he could do. He makes sure you have your heating pad, your favorite snacks, some medicine if you need it.

He loves taking care of you, he loves seeing the smile on your face when he brings you your favorite things.

"You're not mad?" you mumble, lips frowning.

He chuckles, leaning down you peck you on the lips a few times. You can feel his smile while he does this making you feel a lot better.

"Never, how can I ever be mad at you? How about I make us snacks while you pick a movie for us to watch? Or we can just cuddle, put on your favorite playlist. Whatever you want to do"

"Don't care what we do, just want to cuddle now" you mumble, Haechan all but combusted right then and there. Finding you the most adorable right now. He hugs you tightly, cuddling you close

"Sounds like a plan, Hyuck hugs coming now"

[poppadom0912]

Would it be possible to please request a Halstead!Sibling piece where the reader is the sibling, and during the late hours of the night, they get a really heavy nosebleed, so they come out of their bedroom to Jay and Will in the living room watching some TV with a few beers, and all hell breaks loose when they see reader is covered in blood and can't get the nosebleed to stop? Thank you!

A/N: I feel like I haven't written in years so I apologise in advance if this is rubbish. I also apologise for not writing this earlier, this was requested quite a while ago.

I am also aware I have posted in nearly three months but life is very stressful. I promise I'll try posting more once all my exams are over which is technically mid June. I'll try to get out all my finished drafts so you guys aren't starving.

Warnings: Blood, fainting/nausea, mentions of hospitals.

*****

For once in a long time, things were good.

Jay was mentally handling things and was starting a relationship with his detective partner whose name you kept forgetting but you remembered how pretty she was. Will wasn't making Ms Goodwin's life miserable and he was accepting that he was moving on from Natalie. And with you, school was better than ever with your grades and no longer letting anxiety stop your life.

Overall, things were the best they've been since your dad died and you couldn't be happier.

Neither of your brothers were at work and upon your incessant pleas, the three of you found yourself settling on the same sofa watching a movie.

At some point, you had to excuse yourself when your best friend messaged you in a rush about homework that you completely forgot existed.

Ignoring the darkness of the night and the comfy pajamas you wore, you completed the homework to the best of your abilities and shared it with her when she expressed her struggle.

Eventually, you lost track of time and found yourself tucked under your duvet reading the intense story on your kindle; homework safely in a folder in your bag for the next day.

Totally immersed in the heating up plot, you were oblivious to the very clear signs that you would usually catch onto had you been much more alert.

You only ever realised what was happening when several single droplets of blood plopped onto kindle screen, obscuring you from reading any further.

Confused, you let go of the kindle, letting it sit on your covered lap, your hands went up to your face, trying to find the source of blood but deep down you kinda already knew.

Removing your fingers from your nose, you glanced down and sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping at the sight of blood coating your fingers.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you kicked off your sheets and scanned your bedside table for the tissue box you always kept because of you hayfever and nosebleeds like this. But, it wasn't there and that threw you off because it was literally there the other day.

Huffing, your mind drew a blank at what to do as blood continued to fall steadily but it seemed that as the seconds ticked away, the stream only increased in speed.

In hopes of not ruining the rug under your feet, you held up your shirt to your nose, using it just like how you would tissue in this case.

Then, all of a sudden, your nose felt ticklish and the urge to sneeze became all too strong that you couldn't even say pineapple to prevent yourself from sneezing.

With no control, your grip on your shirt fell and you sneezed thrice. The pain in your nose throbbing and stinging, your eyes pricking with tears from the onslaught of everything happening all of once.

You were far too gone now. Dragging your eyes to your alarm clock, it took you more than a few seconds to read the time and work out whether or not Jay let yet but then you remembered Jay wouldn't have left without bidding you goodbye.

Well, even if he had gone which he should've seeing as it was nearly 1am, Will would've been the most useful in this situation.

Opening your door with your elbow so you wouldn't get blood on the handle, you walked towards the living room even if you were in a daze. You knew the layout of the apartment by the back of your hand.

Your feet pattered against the wooden flooring, alerting the other two inhabitants of the apartment that you were entering. Taking into account the late time, Will turned around ready to question why you were up at such a time on a school night when he froze upon laying eyes on you.

"Y/N? What happened?" Will asked straight away, getting onto his feet and coming up to you, lifting your chin in his hand so he could get a good look at your face.

Jay turned around to see why Will was asking you such a question when his eyes widened in alarm at your figure, pajamas practically drenched in blood and blood smearing your nose and upper lip.

"What the hell!" Jay shot up. "Why are you covered in blood?!"

"I'm having a nosebleed." You said plainly, boredly gesturing to your very bloody nose that Will was inspecting. "Duh."

"Jay, can you go grab my bag?" Will asked the middle Halstead sibling, not once taking his eyes off you.

Without any rebuttal, Jay did as the doctor said but not without mumbling under his breath about how using manners would get people so far in life.

"I have no idea. One second I'm reading and the next I'm bleeding everywhere." You shrugged, answering Will's question. "And then I sneezed three times."

Will hummed, your chin grasped lightly in one hand while the other was held out to Jay. Will asked Jay for certain things which he was given without a second thought.

"You most likely burst a vessel when you sneezed which made it much worse." Will said so nonchalantly, not at all bothered by the blood that was staining the gloves he put on with way too much ease.

"Alright, just hold that there for a few minutes." Your oldest brother told you, letting you take over from where he was holding the gauze. "Let's sit you down but don't get blood anywhere, I cleaned yesterday."

You looked at him dumbfounded but followed him to sit down anyways, Jay scoffing in disbelief at his words.

"Wow, you love me so much." You said sarcastically, a tight lipped smile on your chapping lips as you went back and forth with snarky remarks.

"This is a lot of blood though Y/N." Will addressed seriously, looking at just how much blood was covering your pajamas. "How long have you been bleeding for?"

"Like literally two or three minutes." You gave a very rough estimation, grimacing as you actually looked at the damage on your clothes, groaning in disbelief. "Ugh, these are my favourite pjs."

"Don't worry about that." Jay said, watching you closely from behind Will's shoulder so he wasn't in the way. "You dirtied your sheets or anything?"

You hummed in thought, squinting as you tried to remember. "I got blood on my kindle but I don't know about my bed."

"I'll go check." Jay allocated himself the job, finding himself useless as Will wasn't going to remove himself from your side.

"Okay, let me take a look." Will said under his breath as he carefully took the bloodied gauze away from you so he could replace it with a new one.

It was only a few seconds period of having nothing for the blood but it seemed that it wasn't dripping as it was. Alas, the uncomfortable urge to sneeze overcame you and you found yourself overwhelmed with the need to sneeze.

Without even registering what was happening, you sneezed twice, covering your mouth with your inner elbow instinctively.

You groaned, dragging it out at the sight of blood on the sleeve of your cotton shirt. Yep, there was definitely no chance of salvaging it now.

"Ooo, okay." Will winced, being as gentle but using as much force necessary when pinching your nose. "Either you're getting the flu or your hay fevers suddenly acting up in the winter."

Your shoulders slumped against the back of the chair, tired with your bleeding nose that wouldn't stop. At this rate, you'd be up all night because of your stupid nose.

"Woah!" Jay exclaimed, freezing in his steps as he entered the kitchen, eyeing the new mess that he luckily missed out on seeing. "What'd I miss?"

"I'm going to die."

"She's not going to die."

"Jay, Will's lying." You whined like a baby, dropping your head in exaggeration. "I'm going to bleed out and not live to see either of you get married. What a miserable life."

Both your brothers rolled their eyes at your dramatic self. Sharing a knowing look, having a silent conversation with just their eyes you groaned again.

"I want black flowers at my wedding and I want Trudy to do my eulogy because at least she'll miss me." You said, starting your funeral arrangements very seriously despite what your brothers were thinking.

"Perfect, I'll go on holiday then."

"You're not going to die Y/N."

You sighed dramatically, your voice was nasally, as if you had a severe blocked nose when in reality, it was just a really bad nose bleed that you were trying to stop. "This sucks."

"Yes it does but as long as you don't sneeze or blow your nose, you'll be fine." Will said, tossing the bloodied gauze and replacing it with another, letting go when you held it on your own.

"This is going to be a long night."

[bloodlineee1]

"⋆𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭⋆"

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.⋆ 𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝔁𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙.⋆𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱? 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.⋆ [̲̅S][̲̅M][̲̅U][̲̅T] 𝟙𝟠+

Just a quick request—it's a bit rushed, but I hope you like it!!!

Hey everyone! 😊 I’d love to hear your thoughts on this new layout I’ve been trying out! Let me know if you like it! Thanks! 💖

Y/N is a bit confused because they rarely go out. He usually comes over to her place, she cooks for him, and they watch movies together until they fall asleep on the couch. This has been a tradition for them since their teenage years. They are truly best friends, so she has suppressed her feelings for him, not wanting to jeopardize their friendship.

She is very excited to see Jon. Y/N hasn't seen him in months. They text and FaceTime every day, but it's not the same.

she wasn't sure what to wear so she decided to call him.

"greetings baby girl" she hears him smile.

so she does too.

"you're adorable, Hi baby boy" she rolls her eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes, What you up to?" he scolds her even though he can't see her.

"how'd you- Just trying to find an outfit, What should I wear?" she looks around her room for a camera.

"Because I know you but a sweater and jeans, that's what I'm wearing," he says so surely.

"where are we going?" she questions.

"you'll see when we get there"

"Okay whatever" she rolls her eyes.

"your eyes are gonna get stuck like that, damn it I have to go but I'll see you later baby girl" he laughs.

"okay baby boy be safe love ya" she makes a kissing noise.

"love ya" he does the same.

Y/N decided to take a nap before the show to avoid falling asleep during it, which was a habit of hers.

5:40 pm

Y/N was banned after getting into a fight with a fan who was heckling Jon.

oops.

She got ready and was then notified that the Uber he had ordered was outside.

Additionally, they share an Uber account as well as all of their streaming services.

6:30 at the arena.

Jon meets her out side the arena.

"hey baby girl" he picks y/n up and puts her over his shoulder.

"Jon put me down" she smacks his butt.

"don't smack my butt" he yells.

"then put me down" she yells.

“We’re gonna sit in my locker room until it’s time for my match” he puts her down.

“Okay” she fixes her shirt that lifted.

“Hungry?” he puts his arm around her

“Not really” she shrugs.

"alright then" he puts her over his shoulder again.

She secretly loves it.

"Jon put me down seriously," she says and he ignores her.

During Jon's match

Y/N hasn't Argued with a fan and his match is almost over, which is a new record because one thing she never played about was her best friend.

his match was the last of the night and he was bleeding again....

"Jon be careful" y/n yelled at him as he climbed the ropes.

he hits his finisher and the bell rings.

He celebrates, grabs the title, and takes the mic to make a promo.

“This is the result of hard work and believing in myself. And I can't express how much it means to have you, my beautiful y/n, sitting right there in the front row, cheering me on since we were just 15. Your support has always lifted me up. I love you deeply, and I cherish every moment we spend together. It’s been hard keeping my feelings hidden—lets go steady and do this foreeal what do you say baby girl?.” He smiles gently, standing closely to y/n, who is wiping away her tears.

The crowd cheers.

“Boy I just got my lashes done” she laughs while crying.

“I’m sorry baby girl, will you be my girlfriend?” he smiles wiping her eyes.

Say yes chants start

“Duhhhh” she laughs at their inside joke.

“Duhhhh” he mocks, before kissing her.

The crowd erupts.

“Alright everyone, I must go. We have places to be.” He picks y/n up and walks her to the back while his theme song plays; he’s so cheesy.

“Your so cheesy” she giggles.

They spent their night At their favorite burger spot.

And now well...

“Fuck. Wanted this for so long.” He mumbles.

His head was currently between y/n thighs devouring her showing no mercy, if the head was this amazing she was excited yet so scared of what his dick was gonna do to her.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner fuckkk” she moaned loudly when he latched on to her swollen clit.

“Oh that’s the spot huh? Did that feel good doll?” He smiled.

Y/n nods her head trying to scoot away from him.

“Oh your a wuss if your running now your gonna be sprinting later babe” he chuckled.

“Shut the f-oh” he puts a finger in.

“You have such a potty mouth” he puts a second finger in.

“And you don’t?” She laughs.

“Touché” he smacks her thigh.

“I’m gonna cum” she moans.

"not yet" He gets up and pulls her closer to the edge of the bed.

he smacks his dick on her swollen clit making her whimper and then slowly lines himself up with her entrance.

“You sure?” He asks.

Looking at her face for any display of second guessing.

“Yes please” she begs y/n wanted him so bad rn more than ever.

He slowly enters her letting y/n adjust to his size.

When she did he treated her like the slut she always wanted to be.

“Fuck Jon your so big” y/n moans.

He had her in missionary giving him the perfect opportunity to hit all her spots, he knew her body so well and she was in pure ecstasy.

"l ain't never been small babygirl" he smirks while pounding into her.

His strokes were persistent and he gave her just enough dick to drive her crazy.

"No stop I can't take it” She pushed at his stomach.

"you want me to stop” he slows down his strokes.

"No don't stop,don't stop.”she begs.

“No?” he goes faster and grabs her hair.

“Oh my-” she gasps.

Jon loved this fucked out look on her face he never thought he could be more in love with y/n face she's covered in sweat and her hair is sticking to her face but she couldn't be more beautifull in his eyes.

"tell me you love me " he whispered in her ear his hand still in her curls.

" I love - fuck " she gasps.

" I love -fuck you more " he chuckles.

“Your so deep” she starts to tear up.

“But you’re taking me so well baby girl” he moans.

he gives her a little more and right when he felt her about to cum he pulled out and put her In doggy position, he's been edging y/n all night and it was driving her crazy it was nothing she wanted more in this moment than too cum for Jon.

" You wanna cum babydoll?" he smacks her ass and grips it.

" Yes so bad please let me cum." y/n whines.

" Can you wait for me, baby? Just a little more for me okay? You're taking me so well" he rubs her back for comfort while he goes deeper.

" Okay, okay" she moans.

“That's my good girl, such.a.good.fucking.girl.baby,” he says with each stroke going harder with every word.

Her eyes rolled back, y/n is so overstimulated she just wants to Cum.

“ I told you they were gonna get stuck like that.” he laughs.

She wants to say something back but all she can think of is cuminng.

“ Plea-, please let me cum.” she begs.

“go ahead babygirl you deserve it” he finally lets her.

She squirted all over his dick while her body shook in pleasure, she's never felt anything like that before she was in total shock she didn't even realize Jon nutted in her.

“Fuck jon” y/n says while they lay together out of breath.

"A squirter huh?” he kisses her forehead before getting up and getting into the bathroom to make her bath.

"You learn something new everyday” she says still out of breath.

She gets up to use the bathroom, and while on the toilet it finally dawns on her that Jon nutted in her.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?”

“Your cum is dripping out of me”

“Were pregnant” he yells.

"That's not funny, Jon," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just kidding, relax! We'll go to Walgreens after our bath," he said, laughing.

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Hello worm. For your prompts, maybe Wind trying to show off to Wars how he’s just as much a hero as him despite his age? It can be fluffy or angsty, you decide. Also bonus points if Wind discovers Wars enlisted early and starts calling him a hypocrite

This was an amazing idea! I wish I could write more for it, but I hit a wall of fatigue (thanks flu shot and covid booster cries) so this is all I got. Maybe I'll come back to it!

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

Wind was sick of being treated like a kid. He didn't get as many watches as everyone else and never the second watch. They'd stopped early when he'd complained about the walk — even though Legend had been complaining for an hour. He was stuck with guarding civilians while the others battled the monsters. And now Warriors was getting his arm stitched up by Sky after taking a hit meant for Wind. He bided his time, however. Wind was mad but he wasn’t mean. He waited until Sky was finished with the stitches and bandaged Warriors’ arm. And then waited until they’d moved away from the battlefield and made camp. Warriors stood and stretched, then grabbed his waterskin, saying he was going to the nearby stream. Wind grabbed his own waterskin and followed. Warriors didn’t acknowledge his presence, but Wind knew better than to think he hadn’t been noticed. He wasn’t exactly trying to be sneaky, but he’d long since learned to not startle the captain, especially after a battle. When Wind kneeled down next to Warriors to fill his water skin, Warriors turned to look at him. “How are you doing, Sailor?” Wind pulled his waterskin out and slammed the lid back on. He rocked back on his heels before standing up. “How am I doing? I should be asking you that.” Warriors sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead. He stood up and stepped away from the water before turning to face Wind. “I’m fine. The cut was small and Sky took care of it.” “You took a hit meant for me.” Warriors froze for a moment, and his eyes met Wind’s. Like this, their height difference seemed greater than normal. “It—” “I’m not a kid, captain! I can fight my own fights! You don’t need to get injured to protect me.” “Sail—Link. That sword was heading for your back while you were engaged with another enemy. It was coming from your left, so you wouldn’t have been able to block it with your shield. I took a calculated risk to save your life.” Wind opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He’d known the enemy was there, had sensed the attack. But he hadn’t realized how dire it almost was. As much as he wanted to believe that he could have escaped the attack, he trusted Warriors’ battle experience to know what he was doing. “Okay fine. What about not letting me take second watch? And me taking fewer watches than everyone else?” Warriors tried to respond, but Wind cut him off. “Or putting me on guard duty while everyone else fought the monsters in Twilight’s world a few weeks ago?” Wind could feel the heat in his cheeks as he ranted. “I am just as much of a hero as anyone else. And I’m sick of being treated otherwise!” Wind took a deep breath. He spoke his final words soft and cold as a steel knife. “And one last thing. I overheard something the other day. That you lied about your age to enlist early. You’re such a hypocrite.” Warriors sighed and his shoulders fell slightly. It was as if he’d aged years just in the past few moments. Wind didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest. Warriors gestured to a fallen log a bit further away from the river. “Sit with me?” Wind huffed, but stomped his way over to the log and sat as far away from Warriors as he comfortably could.

“Link, I know you’re a hero. You’re amazing. Maybe even the best of all of us.” Warriors looked up to the sky where, the stars were just starting to come out. Wind scoffed. Fancy words with no substance behind them. “I’m serious!” Warriors said. “You’re the youngest of us, but your skill in battle rivals even the best fighters among us. You defeated Ganon and saved your world—” “Before you even joined the army,” Wind muttered and crossed his arms. “Exactly.” Warriors rubbed a hand over his eyes. “But that’s exactly why you should get to be a kid sometimes.” That made Wind pause. Warriors took the chance to carry on. “We all grew up too fast. Nearly all of us began our journeys before we reached adulthood. Some of us never stopped once we started, or at least not for many years.” Warriors expression was grim. It reminded Wind of the old man. “If I can give you — and all the younger heroes, for that matter — a chance to be a kid sometimes, I will take that chance. Over and over again.”

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Nurse Jack Reporting For Duty (Slight NSFW 18+)

A Ballerina's Tale Fic

AN: Getting hurt leads to ultimate boyfriend cuddles

Synopsis: You injure yourself during a performance and Jack does whatever he can in order to make you feel better

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: two of my amazing anons 😘💕

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This was the last night of one of your series of performances before you would get a much needed break which you couldn’t wait for. Jack had promised to take you to Bora Bora and you were literally counting down the minutes until you would be able to go. Jack was in the audience of course and he also brought along Urban, and your best friends Kehlani, Jess, Blanca, and Solana (SZA) as a surprise for you. 

You were in the middle of your performance when you went to do a Grande Jeté and you could feel something was wrong when you landed. You did your best to keep going and not scream out in pain which you immediately wanted to do. It was difficult, but you made sure not to put all of your weight on your left foot and performed the moves to the best of your ability, but of course with Jack knowing you like the back of his hand, he knew something was wrong when he saw you wince. Other people probably didn't catch on, but he knew you were in pain. 

You couldn't even remember the last time you had an injury from dancing and you were praying that nothing was broken.

It had to be when you were fourteen or younger. 

Knowing that you were almost done since Jack had literally seen this show multiple times, he got up and told everyone else to come backstage when it was finished and he was going to wait for you in your dressing room to make sure that you were okay.

What he didn't expect was you holding onto Mason and Marcus, who you frequently danced with hopping into the room while tears were streaming down your face.

"Babe?!" Jack exclaimed and was a little upset because he had been right and this was the one time when he didn’t want to be. 

The two of them had gotten you as comfortable as they possibly could before running off to call 911 so paramedics could come and do a once over on you. They obviously wouldn’t be able to tell if anything was broken, but you had a feeling that you would be spending the rest of the night in the emergency room when you were in fact supposed to go out to celebrate with your friends. 

Jack immediately went over to you to try and get you to breathe because at this rate, you were about to send yourself into a panic attack.

"Prima, breathe for me baby. It's going to be okay." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"But… what if it's broken!? I won't be able to dance! I'm supposed to dance at The Grammy's and now I might not be able to! And we can’t obviously go to Bora Bora now if I can’t even walk!"

"We aren't going to think like that."

"How can I not!? It hurts so bad!" 

And Jack knew you weren't one to complain about pain so for this to be your reaction, he knew that it had to be bad, but his main priority was to keep you as calm as possible. 

"Baby, I know, but.."

"What if this injury ends my career? I've worked too hard for this." You exclaimed while more tears were forming and running down your face at a rapid speed.

"Prima, that's a little extreme. Look at me." You sniffled a few more times before looking at your boyfriend who began to wipe your tears away and kiss your cheek.

"Whatever happens, I'll be with you the entire time. You know that right?" You simply nodded as you held Jack's hand tighter.

"I know you're scared, but I know for a fact that they are only going to have the best medical team looking after my little prima. Okay? One step at a time, and you'll be dancing again before you know it." 

Urban, Jess, Kehlani, Blanca, and Solana were confused when they reached your dressing room to see literally everyone surrounding it.

"Oh shit, is she okay?" Kehlani exclaimed while attempting to get closer.

"I wouldn't have been able to tell something was wrong because of the performance that she put on." Urban said while shrugging.

"Well she is the principal dancer for a reason."

Just then Blanca was making a beeline to get closer and everyone quickly followed.

"Excuse me! Best Friends coming through! Step aside!" 

Once they finally reached you, they saw Jack holding your hand, you crying, and the paramedics examining your left ankle.

"What happened!?" Jess exclaimed while looking between you and Jack.

"I have no idea, so I just bought myself a ride in the ambulance to figure it out." You sighed and obviously couldn’t help but to feel defeated. 

You were now sitting on the couch with your left ankle wrapped and elevated on a pillow with an ice pack to decrease the swelling.

Nothing was broken, thank God.

However, you did have a really bad sprain. 

And you needed to stay off of it for six weeks.

So you could kiss that vacation to Bora Bora goodbye until the next time you had an extended period of time off. 

"Baby?" You heard Jack call you and all you did was groan since he wrapped you up in a blanket burrito and you didn't feel like moving.

Since your head was semi-covered, you peeked out of the blanket to see him standing in front of you.

"Yes?"

"You need to eat something. I let you sleep earlier, but we aren't doing this."

"Not hungry."

"Prima." Jack said and you don't know if it was the tone he used or how he said it, but you knew that he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"My usual from the Chinese place is fine." You mumbled.

"2 egg rolls, crab rangoon, wonton soup, and shrimp egg foo young coming right up. Oh and your half and half. Can't forget that."

"I knew I kept you around for a reason."

"Why? To blow your back out?"

"No, because you memorize my food orders. That's just a plus."

"Seriously?" Jack asked while looking at you in disbelief.

"What do I have to lie for? And can you come and lay with me please?" You asked while holding your arms out while you assumed Jack was ordering food for the two of you on his phone. 

“Of course I can, just give me a minute.”

You slowly unwrapped yourself and moved to the edge of the couch so Jack could pick you up and sit behind you while he slid you onto his lap.

“Babe, can you please answer Blanca and Jessica? They said you haven’t text them back and they are now texting me every thirty seconds to check on you.”

“Oh, I guess I should.”

Blanca- Bitchhhhhh answer us!

Jess- Is your ass alive?!?

Blanca- Of course she’s alive! She just sprained her ankle, but we can’t know for sure, I’m about to text Jack

Jess- If he even answers, you know she’s his main priority and concern

Blanca- True, probably playing “nurse” to her right now

Jess- Mmm hmm, nasty asses. Just waiting for the I’m pregnant text.

Blanca- I give them a year AT THE ABSOLUTE MOST

Jess- Oh, I was going to say next week

Blanca- Well damn lmaoooo

You- LADIES

Blanca- Oh, there she is. Bitch, you okay?

You- I’m fine, thank you for checking on me

Jess- It just took us threatening your boyfriend for us to get an answer from you

You- I promise, I’m okay just a little sad

Blanca- Sad for what? You get a break and you can have Jack blow your back out every night. Am I missing something?

Jess- BLANCA! SHE CAN’T WALK!

Blanca- What does walking have to do with anything? All she has to do is lay there and make him do all the work. I literally do not see the problem here. Does the name missionary Jack ring any bells? Anyone?

Jess- They were supposed to go to Bora Bora. That’s the problem. 

Blanca- Oh. Right. Sorry boo.

You- I’ll be fine

Blanca- But…. look on the bright side. You got your man to wait on you hand and foot!

You- He literally carries me everywhere

Jess- Ultimate swoon

Blanca- That’ll make a pussy throb. Whew I remember the first time a man picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

You- Bye you two

Jess- Go get your back blown out!

You set your phone back down on the coffee table and then turned your attention to your boyfriend who was simply looking at you.

“What, you creep?” You asked while pinching his cheek.

“Nothing, I can just tell you’re sad since we obviously can’t go to Bora Bora now. But we can always move it to a later date.”

“Is that even going to be possible? We know how you like to work yourself to death.”

“Hey! I’ve gotten better. And if it has to do with you, you already know that I’m going to make time for my baby.”

“I know, I just…. Six weeks?!?!”

“And you will have me for that entire time. If I have to go somewhere, you’re coming with me and I’m carrying you.”

“Jack, I do have crutches. No need to carry me.”

“I beg to differ.” 

“Such a simp.”

“And I don’t see you complaining because if you didn’t realize, it goes both ways.”

“Of course it does, but I’m still going to call you out on it.” You said as you started to play with his beard. That quickly became one of your favorite pastimes. 

“Do you need more ice for your ankle? Did it start to melt yet?”

“I think it did, but I don’t want you to move just yet.”

“Prima, I’m coming right back.”

“No.”

“Babe, we have to get the swelling down! Your ankle is three times the size that it normally is!”

“Fine, but no detours, Jackman.”

“The kitchen is literally a few steps away and you’ll be able to see me from right here.”

“Not the point, now hurry up and come back before I change my mind.”

You literally eyed Jack from the time he slid you to the side so that he could get up, and then made his way into the kitchen. You were pouting the entire time and all he did was look at you and laugh.

“Jackman, I find nothing about this funny.” You said while your arms were crossed and Jack had bent down to unwrap your ankle and put the new bag of ice he got for it on it. 

“You’re cute especially when you get angry because you’re so little.”

“5’3 is not little.”

“It is when I’m 6’3 and can literally throw you over my shoulder.”

“Sooo, are you about to?”

“Am I about to what?” Jack asked as he was wrapping your ankle back up and it caught him off guard when you winced. 

“You okay?”

“Yes, it’s just still really sore. Now answer my question.”

“Answer mine first because I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Am I about to get thrown over your shoulder or what?”

“Not until your ankle is healed.”

“JACKMAN THAT IS SIX WEEKS FROM NOW.”

“I’m aware.”

“JACKKKKKKKK!!!!”

“You having a temper tantrum is not going to change my mind either. Have to keep you as safe as possible.” Jack was finally done wrapping your ankle and took his rightful place back on the couch and slid you onto his lap while making sure your ankle was still elevated. 

While you still continued to pout.

“That would make me feel better though.”

“What would?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“If you want something from your boyfriend, I suggest that you use your words.”

“But….”

“You tell me any other time. So what does my baby want me to do?” Jack asked while whispering in your ear and slowly slid his hand that was resting on your hip inside of your leggings and noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath and slowly started to rub small circles on your clit making you moan out in pleasure.

“Mmm, keep going.”

Jack wrapped his other arm around you to anchor you to make sure that you didn’t make any sudden movements that would hurt your ankle even more or at least he was hoping that you didn’t.

Because six weeks might turn into twelve. 

Jack then began to place kisses along your neck as he inserted two of his fingers at the same time.

“Damn, who got you this wet? It’s like a waterfall down here.”

“Only you, obviously.” You said between breaths as Jack sped up his pace moving in and out of you.

“Don’t get smart with me because I’ll stop right now.”

“You act like I don’t have a vibrator?” You said and his grip on you became tighter. 

“The vibrator that’s upstairs? How are you getting to it? I carried you down here, remember?”

“Jackkkk, come on.”

“Come on, what?”

“Make me cum.”

“Are you done being a brat then? And I didn’t even hear you say please.”

“Yes, I’m done and please?”

Jack then inserted two more fingers into you before watching you come completely undone in front of him and he could feel that you were sliding off of his lap and quickly pulled you back up.

“Oh fuckkk.”

“Don’t try to run from me now.”

“I’m not.”

Just then Jack had an idea.

“Lay down.”

“So you really aren’t throwing me over your shoulder?”

“Baby, be patient, otherwise I’ll stop.”

“Your girlfriend is injured! The very least you can do is give her what she wants.”

“You literally just came all over my fingers less than thirty seconds ago.”

You stayed quiet because you already knew that Jack had absolutely no problem with edging you the entire night and that was the last thing that you wanted to deal with.

“Lift your hips, baby.”

You did as you were told and Jack slowly slid them off and threw them to the side while playing special and close attention to your ankle. He then made himself comfortable in between your legs and placed the left leg over his shoulder in order to keep it elevated before he took one long lick and you could feel his beard tickling you.

“Are you comfortable like this?” Jack asked and you quickly nodded. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make you uncomfortable seeing as you already technically were.

“Put your other leg on my shoulder too.”

You knew better than to make any sudden movements because the last thing that you obviously wanted to do was cause yourself more harm and let your boyfriend do what he does best.

“Shiiiiiit.”

You could never get over how good Jack always made you feel and you could honestly say that he was the first boyfriend that ever put your needs first and gave you his undivided attention.

“Babeeee.”

“Keep your legs spread and give me some room down here. One wrong move and I swear your athletic thighs are going to crush me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Prima, you got one more time before I stop.” You held up your hands in defense as Jack went back to the task at hand. 

It was now around midnight and you noticed that Jack was starting to fall asleep while also trying to do his best to stay up with you just in case you needed him to do something for you. In your mind, he did more than enough for you today and had gone above and beyond to make sure that you were okay.”

You poked his side to get his attention.

“Huh? I’m awake!”

“Barely.” You said while laughing. 

“Did you need something?”

“No, just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me in more ways than one. That’s all.” You said while hugging him from the side and he quickly leaned down to kiss the top of your head, 

“And you know that I’m always going to without a second thought. Nurse Jack reporting for duty.”

“And you just so happen to be a very good one. You kept me fed, made sure my ankle was okay and made me cum multiple times. I call that a win in my book. So, same time tomorrow?”

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ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ || ʏᴜᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Yumi x f!reader

content warnings; none summary; Yumi warms up Y/n’s hands Requested?; No

Yumi sat at his desk when he felt the arms of his girlfriend wrapping around the chair to the wrap around his neck, leaning over to place soft kisses on his cheek and down to his jawline, "I brought snacks" She hummed against his skin, pulling back to now look at him. His hands reached up to hold onto her wrist, placing a kiss to her knuckles, "Go lay down, my love, I'll be there soon, ok?" She nodded, giving him one last kiss before her arms finally unwrap themselves from the male, grabbing the bag of snacks and plopping them down next to his unmade bed.

Yumi and Y/n always had time to lay down after a long day, even if he had finished streaming, recording or editing a video at 3pm or 3am, they always cuddled up and watched something before falling asleep together. The movie or show they chose didn't really matter to either of them, but cuddling up to eachother while eating loads of snacks was always a nice break.

Yumi finally stretched out of his chair, letting out an exaggerated yawn and flopped down onto the bed, his head resting in the girls lap, "what're we watching?" He asked, her hands running through his locks softly. He'd always loved when she did that and he wasn't afraid to let her know.

"F/m.."

"Again?" He lifted an eyebrow and she rolled your eyes, playfully tugging at his hair, "what? I like it, ok?" She huffed, scrunching her nose at the boy.

Yumi chuckled at her, "hm me too"

"God, you're so cute" She squished his cheeks in her hands, kissing his forehead.

--

Y/n sat in Yumi’s lap, her head resting on Yumi’s chest while her hand wrapped slightly around his shoulder and then went up to play with his hair. His hand intertwined with the others — his hand feeling extremely warm against her cold one, "Jesus, why are your hands so cold all the time?" He took both her hands in both of his, engulfing them in his to keep them warm

"You need to hold them more often" she suggested, her voice soft and tired.

He took his closed fist and lifted them to his mouth, opening them slightly to kiss each of her knuckles softly, "I will hold your hands as long as you want" the warmth of his hands only left for a second when he let go to lift her chin and hold a kiss with her. She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss before he pulled away, his hands once again wrapping around hers.

A silence fell over the room except for the low hum of the tv, three words lingering in the air. Another kiss was pressed to Y/n’s forehead before laying his head against hers, the movie playing in the background as Yumi’s attention was fully on the girl curled up in his lap.

He finally switched positions, trying his best not to disturb her too much, laying on his side and pulling her closer to him.

She groaned at the movement, flipping over and once again burying her face in his chest, one of his arms snaked around her to rub her back. He pulled the blankets up more onto the two of them, waiting till she fell asleep and was comfortable until he could finally rest.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Hey! I read that snippet of your story that you wrote (the young hero getting DEMOLISHED by the villain but not giving up) it was amazing! Where can I read the rest

Heyyyy! Thank you so much for this request! ❤️❤️This book series is a WIP, but since several people found this piece interesting, I'll be happy to write a part 2! Also, I am soooooo incredibly sorry it's this late, but my schedule was really messed up. @sunnynwanda you said you found pt 1 interesting and u were curious about what happened next in replies, so here it is!

Part 1

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up, Pt.2

TW: Injury, references to a past fight, hostage situation, lying, broken ribcage, fear of drugging

I woke up feeling featherlight, a sensation I recognised as the effect of being under the influence of a powerful painkiller. My form was cushioned against a soft mattress, bandages wrapped snugly around my ribcage, a clear indication that whoever had tended to my wounds knew what they were doing. The blanket drawn across me was thick and warm, all the conditions seemingly ideal for slipping back into a deep sleep.

Not a luxury you can afford as a spy.

A much smaller issue made its presence known as I subconsciously wet my dry, cracked lips. The small cuts in them burned at the action, and I recognised the roughness at the back of my throat that came with thirst. After switching on the lamp, my eyes flitted over to a jug of water and a few empty glasses on the nightstand. Reaching for it as quickly as I could while trying not to jostle my ribs too much, I poured myself a glass.

Only to instantly place it back again on the nightstand, gaze trailing down wistfully at the droplets of the liquid falling down to form a small puddle on the ground. I knew it certainly wasn't poisoned; Villain could've easily finished me during that fight if he'd desired, but there was absolutely no guarantee that the water wasn't laced with a drug of sorts. How fun.

The door opened, letting a small stream of pale, yellow light creep across the floor. I wasn't allowed the common courtesy of a knock, feeling the muscles in my arm tense as I held onto the mahogany of the nightstand with a white-knuckled grip. But I relaxed again at having figured he might've believed I was still unconscious. Villain sauntered in, hands clasped behind his back, a pensive look colouring his features. He pulled up a chair and sat himself down not too far from the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, each large hand now settled atop one of his legs.

"Fine," I shrugged, feeling as shudder run through me as the covers fell down a little when I shifted my position, the cool air from the now ajar door being the culprit. I was completely shirtless, my old top discarded, which really didn't matter as it had been reduced to no more than a bloodied, sweaty rag. I had a feeling that asking him to close the door would not be the best idea. Better safe than sorry.

I resorted to pulling the blanket across my shoulders. "For how long have I been out?"

"Four days." Ah, so the IV drip was the only reason why I hadn't starved to death. I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. After what I'd just been through, I hadn't expected any less. He didn't need to know I was unfazed.

"You should drink some water." He gestured to the jug, fixing me with a stern but not cruel gaze.

"Why would that matter to you?" I questioned, cocking a skeptical brow, tone only the least bit challenging. Sure, I wasn't planning on letting him in completely on all of the distrust I had, but making a complete fool of myself would arouse suspicion.

"I have no intentions of letting any harm come to your health, boy. Is there not enough proof for it?"

"Well, in that case, you should surely have a drink first. Common courtesy. You did after all, save my life." I let a hint of amusement make its way into my tone and the corner of my lip curl upwards with a lopsided smirk. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to follow suit,"

I was relieved to see a hint of mirth in Villain's eyes as he poured himself a glass and swiftly drank it. But no matter how good I'd become at reading people, there was no surefire guarantee that the older man didn't sense any trepidation in my request. Practice makes almost perfect.

I poured myself a glass, drinking significantly more water than my vis-à-vis. And goddamn, I was grateful for its soothing coolness against my scratchy throat and the newfound moisture it gave my battered lips. I allowed a considerably larger smile to dance across my face. Convenient.

"So, I take it you're well enough to answer a few simple questions?" The villain straightened his back, interlocking his fingers together and turning the full intensity of his gaze on me.

I'd expected this, but that didn't mean I wasn't somewhat dreading it, if the knots coiling in my stomach were any indication. Villain was obviously one of my more clever adversaries, but I wasn't going to back down just yet. My facial muscles worked to keep my expression level and somewhat unreadable. "Ask away," I replied evenly.

"What is your name? Don't lie to me."

"[Pseudonym]. There is no point of lying. There are millions of other boys with that name, so does it really matter?" I shrugged. There were millions of other boys named Hero too, but I wasn't just going to throw my civilian name right at a villain's feet.

"Do you have a family? Any known relatives? Anyone you care about, [Pseudonym]?" Villain's tone was civil, but something about it held a faint scent of danger, an unspoken "think of them before every answer you give," radiating from the unwavering, obsidian gaze.

"No one I can call a friend. And if I had a family, do you think I would be here throwing my life out on the line? The only thing I have to lose?" It was by the aid of a miracle that I hadn't laughed at the irony of my own statement. I sunk just a little deeper into the sheets, my neck now resting on a pillow. I side-eyed the little assortment of potted succulents on the window sill, allowing a hint of a forlorn look in my eyes to be caught by the criminal. A small amount of pity would help with my act, so I ignored the defiant protest of my dignity making its presence known in the form of a tightness in my chest. Survival tactic.

"It's safe to assume you have been sent on this mission alone, then?"

I turned my gaze back to him again, my cheek resting against one of my hands. "Yeah."

"Alright," the villain replied, straightening his spine. "Who do you work for?"

I'd anticipated the question, so much so that I thought it would be the first one I would get. Despite that, I hadn't been able to fabricate an answer legitimately enough so it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

I feigned hesitance, chewing on my bottom lip. "You've literally broken my ribcage, and I still wouldn't talk."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "I won't hurt you. But if you refuse to divulge, then I will just have to draw your employers here. By keeping you."

"So you won't hurt me, but you're just going to keep me hostage. How thoughtful. And what makes you think that'll even work. That they'll really come looking for me?" I let a bit of desperation make its way into my tone, breathing hitching just enough to sound nervous.

"I may be above certain actions, but I never said I was an angel. Changing your fate lies in your hands, if they supposedly won't come for you." He stood up from his chair, fixing me with a pointed look before striding towards the door.

"Wait!" I called out to his retreating back. "In exchange for your protection, I'll tell you."

He turned around, quirking an eyebrow in mild interest. "Do pray tell, and you have my word, boy."

"Other Villain. I work for Other Villain."

He folded his arms across his chest, still cautious. "Well, you seemed hell-bent on not telling me a word, even after all I did to you. What suddenly changed your mind?" He raised an eyebrow, a pensive look crossing his face.

"Primarily, the hostage situation. And I didn't know being young would grant me your mercy."

I let my voice break just a little, laced with the smallest bit of vulnerability just so that he'd buy my act. "Other Villain never really held me in high regard. I worked for him only as a victim of circumstance, I mean, he sent me here completely alone."

"And during the fight?"

God, he was making this difficult. "If I was going to die, I might as well have done it with dignity, no? And I'm not doing it for free. And as for Other Villain, he should remember. . ."

A knowing smile crept across my lips."Hungry dogs aren't loyal."

A pensive look crossed his features, but he nodded at me, seeming to cave in. Finally. "I'll deal with Other Villain. You've made the right choice telling me, child. Provided you aren't lying to me."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Foolish thing to do when I'm in your territory with a broken ribcage," I replied, with an offhand shrug.

He nodded at me and left, telling me to use the telephone on the nightstand to call one of his people in case I needed anything.

Admittedly, the whole ordeal had left my heartbeat a little more erratic, a milllion 'what-ifs' in my thoughts, as though my mind was at war with itself.

I poured myself a glass of water and tried to steady my nerves. Pull yourself together, Hero.

I just needed to figure out a way to reach out to the rest of my team. The whole Other Villain fiasco would buy me some time, his animosity with Villain being very much in my favour.

There was a reason why I never resorted to giving up, not even as a last option in desperation. It never got anyone anywhere. And if I failed so miserably, at least I'd have the credit that I hadn't wasted my last breath, too precious to me to not die trying.

Notes: This is not edited, forgive meeeee

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August 27 - 2024 Tuesday

10:40pm

4/10

I had a lot on my mind when I woke up so I skipped my workout and cleaning. I didn't know what to make for breakfast so I stuck with a packet of soup. I wasn't planning on streaming because of my mood but I knew with how badly I need commissions to get done on time, I needed the focus. It was business as usual and some frustrating conversation.

After work I was finally able to get to the post office to mail out DS's birthday present. It was annoying though because I had to wait for the post lady's break to be over and then this absolute douchebag had me and 2 others waiting in line while he yelled at her about some nonsense that he wouldn't let her explain. I also stopped by mom's store to get drinks for the weekend and a muffin. For lunch I made a pack of ramen and one of those little cases of peanut butter crackers.

In the afternoon I finished a drawing I didn't care for too much just to get it out there and then I got stuck working on my pony world for 2 hours trying to fix something that I had to give up on. I finished the world though so I'm ready to post it whenever. Maybe on Friday. I couldn't do requests today because both people are in different time zones.

Just a little after I was done, DS and I chilled and watched some con cosplay videos. We saw her brother which was hilarious. We also peaked at that Alabama brawl situation and rode Living with the Land in Roblox. In bed we puzzled and talked about her potential Japan plans in the future. In regards to that, I'm just scared. I had it on my mind a bit today because of how easy it is for me to latch onto a thought and start imagining the worst. I knew I was doing that though. Even after a day to process this, I already know most of what I was thinking was blown out of proportion and I think my fear is much closer to something reasonable now. Things are just scary but I know I'll do my best to get through it. You can't have courage without fear after all.

I keep telling myself that on nights like this, I wasn't being me really and I'll do better tomorrow. But I was me, I am what I did. I am someone who doesn't have it in my sometimes and makes weird decisions. I'd like to make less weird decisions but I'm only human. I wish I could have enjoyed today more, or had the mental capacity to do some perspective taking like I wanted to today. I decided that tomorrow I think I wanna do 2 days straight in VRchat alone as a sort of little self exploration situation. I'm afraid of what I might miss out on in 2 days and worried about seeing it all the way through. I hope it's not a bad decision.

[patxhwrk]

Ong helo again, i want to req reverse streamer au w childe when the reader acc dies at the golden house where the traveller aka childe fight them amdjjsjsjs, i kinda wanna see how his reaction is. (Lets just say the liyue harbor osial attack was done by another hsrbinger)

Just this and if yoi dont write for angst or you dont wanna write this feel free to delete thsi req. (I got the request idea when j was reading your latest work, it was really good 🤸‍♂️)

Yeah give me that angst baybee im a sucker for sadness

I may be a bit bad at writing angst tho, its not my strongest in writing

Also i know you cant see in game bruises/scratches but lets just pretend they exist even out of cutscene

Lets pretend Y/n's little sibling in game is also named Teucer

-ˋˏ✄— Fallen Harbinger

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Tartaglia x Reader [ Reversed + Streamer AU ! ]

Pronouns: they/them

"Farewell, Fallen Harbinger."

CW: Angst! Death! Mentions of blood!

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

'Go to the Golden House,' the quest read.

It had just been another regular day for Childe. Wake up, do his morning chores, then do his regular, messily scheduled streaming.

And, as per usual, he had been streaming Genshin Impact, a well known game in the streaming community.

"The Golden House? Uh, okay then..."

He stole a glance at his chat, who were telling each other to shut up, while some only asked what would happen in confusion. Spoilers were probably deleted by his mods.

"Chat, you're scaring me, chat. What the hell is going to happen? No, no, don't tell me, I don't think I want to know yet."

Something in his head screamd at him, as a cutscene played. His chosen traveller looked around the Golden House before stepping closer to the Exurvia of the former Geo Archon.

And then, in stepped familiar h/c hair, their e/c eyes devoid of light despite the golden mora shining within the Golden House.

"Hey! The lil skrunkly!" He whispered, low enough to not desturb the cutscene.

They conversed for a bit, before the cutscene ended and a battle began.

"Surreder is a valid option, I promise I'll be gentle."

Childe swallowed his saliva, laughing quietly to himself.

"Oh I am going to have fun. Maybe."

─𖠄࿐

The fight ended, and Childe was shaking in his seat. He had barely finished phase 3, getting disracted many times.

Another cutscene played, revealing a tired, worn out traveller. But Y/n was no better, not even on his level.

Standing across the traveller, now out of their Foul Legacy form, was same old Y/n, shaking in their place as scratches and bruises littered their skin.

"Hah, you've bested me. How... intriguing. You truely are...as strong as they say."

Childe, having a chill run up his spine, stared intelty at his screen, deathly quiet.

"La Signora has even praised you for your strength, even if she had not faught you herself, yet. Hah, to get a Harbinger's attention and praise... You sure are a special one, huh?"

─𖠄࿐

Having none of their energy remaining, Y/n collapsed to the floor, on their knees. They could see the traveller hesitate to approach them, but they spoke before he could move.

"Well? What are you waiting for? I may have overused Foul Legacy, and it wont be too long."

They spared a glance at the traveller, and even in their weakest moment, a competetive and mischievous glint shone in their once dull eyes.

"Go on. Aren't you going to kill me?"

The traveller's breath hitched, before they chuckled once again.

"Haha, only joking... Unless you're up to it, of course. I'm not quite a fan of dying to Foul Legacy, but after a fight with the oh so great traveller? It was a fight worth dying for, I guess."

Coughing, blood trickled down their chin, and they wiped it off with the back of their hand.

"May I be able to hope to see you again? To have another battle? Perhaps in the far future, perhaps never again at all..."

Taking a step forward, the traveller ceased his motion as the Harbinger raised a hand.

"No need. Whatever healing you might try to do would not work. Foul Legacy takes my energy, decreasing my life span. Perhaps I wasn't meant to live long, perhaps my only purpose was to serve the Tsaritsa."

A chuckle, breathy and tired and solemn and...happy.

Happy to have someone to pass one last message for them.

"Before you leave," they spoke. "You'll probably be able to find one or two of the Harbingers here. One of them would be summoning a god banished to the depths below. You cannot stop them. Or maybe you can. But, before you leave."

They looked up, and despite the scratches and blood on their face, their half lidded eyes shined a thousand times brighter than all the mora in the Golden House.

"My siblings... My mother, my father... Everyone..."

They smiled, brighter than their eyes. It was soft and kind and solemn and genuine and sad.

A million words spoke through that smile. A million messages, a million apologies, a million grateful thank yous. Directed to their family, their parents, their siblings.

A million farewells. Directed to everyone.

Directed to the traveller. To Childe.

"Give them one last goodbye for me, will you? A hug, for everyone. A kiss on the cheek, for mum and dad."

A smile, solemn and bright. But never remorseful, never faux.

"Tell Teucer I'm sorry."

Falling to their side, they collapsed on the ground with a thud, and the Golden House was deathly quiet.

─𖠄࿐

Childe stared at the screen. Eyes wide, mouth agape. If you looked close enough, you could see his shaking form as the cutscene ended.

Another quest popped up.

'Bid Y/n L/n a final goodbye.'

And he wailed in his seat.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he made it seem more dramatic to make people assume he wasn't really badly affected by their death.

"I— what— NO! My skrunkly! My little meow meow!"

He moved his character to stand in front of Y/n, an interact button popping up.

'Bid your farewells.'

He did so, seeing his character change to the traveller, who kneeled down beside Y/n. Paimon floated down to the ground, placing a hand on their head.

"...We promise you, Y/n. Your family will be alright."

Taking a flower, a Cecilia from Mondstadt, the traveller gingerly placed it atop their head.

"...We'll be going now, Y/n." He said, and stood up.

Childe had been quiet the whole time, and he could see his chat going wild on the corner of his eyes, all screaming 'NO' or 'o7' or anything alike.

"What the fuck!?" He exclaimed, not touching the game. Rolling his chair backwards a bit, he turned his head to chat, hands intertwined in front of his face, covering his mouth.

He wiped his teary eyes and wet cheeks, trying to find his voice.

"That was too early! I thought I could ignore the death flags until further!!" He exclaimed, staring directly at his face cam. Running a hand through his hair, he dramatically slouched on his chair, groaning loudly.

"Nooo! I would have protected them!"

Suddenly springing up from his seat, he wailed even louder.

"THEIR FAMILY!! THEY'RE GOING TO BE FUCKING DEVASTATED! And— and— their siblings! TEUCER!" He exclaimed.

"I'm sueing Mihoyo Hoyoverse what the fuck."

─𖠄࿐

@Tartaglia Tweeted!

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT WHY I— NOOOO

@ScaryMouche Tweeted!

@Tartaglia do u know how loud u are wailing up there??

@Tartaglia Tweeted!

THEY KILLED THEM SCARA THEY KILLED Y/N

@ScaryMouche Tweeted!

WE KNOW YOUVE BEEN FUKIN CRYING ABOUT IT FOR THE PAST HOUR

@ScaryMouche Tweeted!

Honestly if u didnt pay most of the rent Dottore probably would have kicked u out before you lasted an hour in this house

@Tartaglia Tweeted!

Guys who wants to come with me lets make a personal shrine for Y/n in our backyard

@IlDottore Tweeted!

@Tartaglia Do that and I will burn you and the shrine.

—PATCHWRK !

[scarletttries]

I'm Being Really Brave About This (Kendall Roy Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Reader

Rating: Just fluff, one very loose reference to drugs

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: “Requests for Kendall 💕. I loved the last one! 🥰 "I love seeing you smile." "I'm never leaving... I promise."

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this Kendall request, I have a couple of Kendall pieces on the go at the moment and he's such a cute character to write for :) Let me know if you have any more requests for stories or headcanons with him!

I'm Being Really Brave About This

First thing in the morning you always check your phone, by now you know exactly what to expect from Kendall Roy, business man, insomniac and boyfriend extraordinaire. A reliable stream of 'Good Morning Beautiful','Have the best day babe', 'I'm already so fucking excited to see you later.' Always sent at 6:58, two minutes before your morning alarm so you'd never fail to wake up to a sweet reminder that Kendall was thinking of you. As your eyes adjusted to the bright screen this morning, you smiled at his name at the top of your screen, but your text this morning was a bit rougher around the edges than usual;

"Hey, do you feel okay today? Because I feel like crap. Like a literal dumpster filled with garbage and bodily fluids. So I hope you are okay <3"

You couldn't help but laugh at Kendall's way with words as you took a quick inventory of yourself; no headache, no stuffy nose, no sore throat - you were good to go. You quickly rang him back as you started your morning routine, taken aback but the weak, congested voice that answered.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" Kendall asked nervously between sniffs, sounding the absolute picture of pathetic, your heart breaking at the thought of him shuffling around his office with a pocket full of used tissues.

"Hey Kendall, I feel fine, how are you? Are you at work?" You responded softly, listening to him breathe a sigh of relief that you weren't feeling as awful as him,

"That's good, I'm glad you're okay. I just feeling really fucking terrible, I think Iverson had something at the weekend and now it's trying to dissolve me completely from the inside out. So I'm staying at home, I figured one sneeze of this bullshit would be enough to kill half the Roys and if I'm gonna kill my dad I want to do it in a less pathetic way." You laughed at his dramatics as he listed all of his symptoms to you while you got ready for work, knowing he'd be feeling particularly lonely while he moped around his apartment on his own all day. Eventually you had to cut him off as he listed which of his family members he thought would and wouldn't survive the seemingly bloodline-ending cold he had.

"I've got to head out for work now 'Dall, but keep in touch today and let me know if you need anything and I'll come see you straight after work okay?" You heard the slight note of disappointment in his deflated tone as he replied,

"Yeah yeah, of course, go to work, you fucking boss badass and i'll see you later, don't worry about me." He quickly hung up, trying to hide the sinking feeling creeping inside of him that he wouldn't be able to spend all day talking to you like wishes he could. You felt bad for not being able to be there for him all day, but you had things you needed to get sorted and you knew he'd still be exactly where you left him when you finished for the day.

***

Throughout your shift your phone was vibrating in your pocket with constant updates from Kendall, clearly struggling with being left alone and feeling particularly sorry for himself.

"Made myself a cup of tea #Im Being Really Brave About This."

"Walked from the bedroom to the living room #unstoppable."

You snuck a glimpse at the latest message in a quiet moment only to see it was just a picture of Kendall wrapped in his duvet, sat on the sofa, followed quickly by "This could be us, but you're working." It took all your self control not to burst into laughter at his steady stream of consciousness, trying to send loving replies between meetings and inventory, getting your work wrapped up as quickly as possible so you could make your way to Kendall's apartment.

***

By the time you walked through the door, Kendall had crawled back into his bedroom, still cocooned in his duvet like a sad little dumpling. Kendall was always very comfortable being vulnerable with you, craving the nurturing kindness you showed him having been so deprived of it early in life, but seeing him looking so downtrodden still made your heart ache. His eyes slowly trailed off his screen as you stepped through the doorway, lighting up as they met yours, clearly the only thing he'd been waiting for all day.

"Hey! You got here early!" He said excitedly, spreading his arms out wide to welcome you into his blanketed embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, willing to risk the possibility of catching his cold if it meant you didn't have to reject his desperate hug.

"I got here as soon as I could, and I really appreciate you keeping me updated today. How are you feeling now love?" You cooed softly, settling on the bed next to him and gently running the back of your hand over his forehead.

"Better now that you're here." He let out quietly, smiling, resting his head on your shoulder. "But still fucking terrible. And I 've been so bored, and this place has a fucking hundred rooms and nothing cool to do, and my nose is so stuffy that I thought about having Greg fetch me some more park cocaine to just blow my nose clean off, but you should be very proud of me because I just took cold medicine instead like a loser." He nodded firmly, like it was the most sensible sentence in the world, watching the corners of your mouth turn upwards as you kissed his clammy forehead,

"I'm very proud of you Kendall." You praised , sincere in your sentiment despite the giggle creeping through your lips.

"I love seeing you smile." He returned softly, repositioning his quilt so he could share it with you, eyes fixed to your warm expression.

"Well you're very good at making me smile, so that's lucky." You retorted, cupping his face softly in your hands to place a gentle kiss on the bridge of his flushed nose.

"I probably am the funniest man alive." He pondered out loud, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you backwards onto the bed to lay beside him. He tilted his head so your faces were barely an inch apart, adding seriously,

"But if I don't make it through this cold, I want to you to know that after a respectful mourning period of like ten fucking years, you have my blessing to get re-married. I want you to be happy, and go on without me, even though it will be a terrible life devoid of all joy and laughter." You burst out laughing at his monotone delivery of his last will and testament,

"Kendall you just have a cold, I think you'll live. Also we're not married?" You reminded him, wondering just how much cough syrup he'd got through today, as his brow furrowed.

"Oh shit, that's my bad, I'll fix that soon, just let me take a nap first." He mumbled, nuzzling his face against your now blushing cheek, wondering if he'd remember that promise when he was back to full health.

"Okay 'Dall, do you want me to get you anything?" you asked softly, running your fingers slowly through his hair as his limbs relaxed around you.

"Please could you just stay? Like forever." His eyes were wide and bright as he looked up at you like you were the cure to all his afflictions, silently pleading for your reassurance.

"I'm never leaving... I promise." Kendall beamed at your promise, the most sincere smile he could remember giving anyone for a long time, as he drifted off in your arms, knowing in his heart you'd be there for him when he woke up, and everyday afterwards.

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REQUEST: Rogue having a panic attack and S/O trying to comfort them but not exactly knowing what to do?

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Okay so I tried to write this as best I could but as someone who has panic attacks on the regular, this is tiptoeing on a line. So its going to focus more on the confusion of how to help and the solution rather than the panic itself.😬

The Riddler: He backed you against the wall and you hit your head hard but the pain was an after thought as the Riddler crumbled before your very eyes. It was probably the most terrifying thing you had ever seen. He didn't finish his sentences. He yelled at himself. He begged and pleaded with no one. He couldn't breathe as tears streamed down his face. All the while, you had no clue what to do. No clue how to help him. You gasped sharply as he fell to his knees before you. You quickly followed suit. "Edward!" You pleaded. Although not much came to mind beyond his name. He shoulders shook with his cries. He buried his face into his hands. "Fuck, Edward come here!" You said quickly pulling him to rest his head in your lap. The man was so broken down that he allowed it, arms wrapped around your torso as he cried into your thigh. You hushed him softly. "You're alright. I-I'm here." You rubbed his shoulders and back. "I love you so much, Eddie. You're my whole world. Just breathe. We'll get through this. You're stronger than all of this." You continued to talk to him as he slowly settled to nothing but sniffles. He didn't let go. Not even for a second. He didn't say a word.

Scarecrow: "Jonathan, you just ran off is everything- what's wrong?" You asked as your eyes widened. You had never seen him so distressed. "Well, I believe i-it's a panic attack." He stammered, bent forward and trying to wrap his suit jacket around him tighter. "Oh o-okay, what do we do?" You asked urgently. "H-How do I help? Should I leave you alone-?" "No." He said quickly with a shake of his head. "No. I don't need alone, I need-" He cut himself off breathlessly before reaching out to you. "Come here." "Jonathan, what am I doi-?" "I need you to hold me. Tight. As tight as you can." Jonathan managed out as a sob escaped him. "I don't think I've ever seen you cry." "Well there's a first for everything isn't there?" He sobbed. You pulled him into you and squeezed him. He continued to sob. "Are you sure about this? It seems like it's making you worse." You said slowly, moving to let go and he shook his head. "Don't let go!" He cried out. You retightened your hold. "I'm not used to physical contact like this b-but it works for me. It's...it's something I never got growing up so ironically enough it...calms me down after a minute." You were silent for a moment, head against his shoulder. "I was thinking more of a sedative but this'll do." You said quietly. He seemed to find some humour in that. "First thing I thought of. For once I don't have any." He replied and you chuckled. "I don't know, in hindsight, how often do I get to do this for long periods of time?" You grinned. "Atleast it's benefiting one of us." He groaned.

Two-Face: You heard him cry out and came running. He was stood in the middle of the room almost doubled over, hyperventilating and tears running down his face. "Shit! Okay, what do I do!? What helps!?" He reached out for you. "You! You help!" He managed out. "Oh, okay!" You said loudly as you were pulled towards him. He hugged you tightly. You felt him hyperventilate against you. "I-I'm here! I've got you. Here, head on my shoulder not against it. It'll make it easier to breathe." You said quickly as you rubbed his back. "You're completely safe. Deep breaths. Take as long as you need. We'll get through it together, you and me, right? We always get through it together. I'll never let you be alone again. Either of you. I love you both so much!" "We don't know what happened-" Harv' managed out. "It doesn't matter babe, what matters is that you're safe and I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, alright? We'll ride this out together." You answered.

Black Mask: "Okay, we've got this, Roman. Nod or shake your head alright? Yes or no. Do you need help?" Slowly and stiffly, Roman nodded. "Okay, good! Do you want to talk about it right now?" Roman shook his head, his hands squeezing tighter. "Okay, last question, do you need to be alone?" You asked. He nodded. You nodded. "You've got it, babe. I'll be right outside the door, okay? I'm gonna make sure you get some time alone and when you're ready. You're ready. Take all the time you need." You sat against the wall beside the door outside. You heard a lot of yelling and things being thrown against walls and breaking. After half an hour, the door creaked open. "Hey, babe." You said quietly. "Want me to come in?" Roman took your hand and tugged you to stand and into the room. "Ready to talk?" You asked carefully. He said nothing but hugged you to him.

Mad Hatter: He was confused, uncertain of his surroundings. Uncertain of what was real. On days like these, that was too much. You looked at the uncontrollably sobbing man helplessly at first. You didn't know how to help him and found his distress very upsetting but he needed you. So you sat him down and pulled his head into your lap.his hand squeezed your knee tightly as he cried. Another reminder of his suffering. You held him, quietly offering words of reassurance. "I love you so much, Jervis." Your voice quivered. You were at a loss, wanting to take his pain away but couldn't see how to achieve that. You wondered if you should call someone but who? Instead, you stroked his hair and swallowed back your tears. "Just breathe for me, sweetie. You can do it. It'll help. You'll feel better soon. This will pass. You're safe and you'll feel so much better when this passes."

[hotcoffeetransformation]

Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying

"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"

Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.

As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.

He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"

Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.

Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.

"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"

With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.

Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.

"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~

The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.

Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.

"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."

The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying

"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"

At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...

Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.

"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"

The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying

"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"

At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."

The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on

"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"

At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued

"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"

Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.

"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"

Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on

"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"

Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,

"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"

Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"

Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"

"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."

Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.

"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"

Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said

"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."

"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"

Jason laughed again

"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."

"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"

Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.

"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"

Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.

"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"

Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.

"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"

Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.

"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"

Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying

"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"

"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"

Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.

"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"

Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...

"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."

He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying

"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"

And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"

And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...

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Hi! may i request Dream, Sapnap x fem!reader where they are roomates and Sapnap tell Dream that he has a crush on reader, then Dream made a plan to get Sapnap and reader to be together? Thank you :D Also can i be 🥞 anon?

a/n : hi, hi, thanks for requesting, 🥞 anon! my first time writing something for Dream and Sapnap, i hope i'll do well!! :D and hope i got your request right! enjoy! <3

P.S. i’m already apologizing for the upcoming cheesy stuff. don’t come at me pls i’m just a child who needs love and reassurance goo goo ga ga

confusing (Sapnap x fem!reader)

it was a lazy Saturday and you were casually scrolling through your phone. your tired eyes glinted from the blue light from your phone in the dark room, as you heard Sapnap shouting stuff from his bedroom - it was clear he was streaming.

your door got almost kicked down as someone tall burst into your room. you rolled over to see Dream, sliding down the wall and hugging his knees tight.

"weren't you cooking dinner?" you ask lazily, going back to your phone.

"i can't take it anymore. do you have any idea how loud that asshat is screaming? and his bedroom is just besides kitchen.” 

“well, you can chill here,” you said, reaching for the tv controller, “wanna watch something?”

“sure, sounds great.” Clay answered, getting up and curling next to your bed instead.

as you searched for a good movie or a tv show, the man started rambling :

“sometimes he’s just so annoying. he is, like, my best friend, you know, but he should respect the fact that we’re living under the same roof. one minute he’s screaming like an idiot while streaming, even though i asked him like a million times to keep quieter, and the next he’s asking me to keep his biggest secret.”

Clay’s eyes widened a bit when he realized what he has just said. your head turned curiously to him immediately, a sly smirk dancing across your face :

“biggest secret? interesting. Nick never told me such important things...” you pout, pretending to be sad.

“Y/n, i know you’re trying to get me into telling his secret to you by acting like a cute anime girl, but trust me on this one pal, it won’t work.” Dream announced proudly.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” you huff, realizing he’s right.

you finally chose a movie to watch, and you have to admit, even with it being very interesting, you couldn’t help but ponder what is Sapnap hiding so important that he can’t even tell you? sure, he has known Dream longer than you, but you’re his roommate for 2 years, and a good friend for even 4 years. you thought of your desperate need to know his secret as something selfish, but you still didn’t understand... didn’t Nick think of you as reliable enough?

soon enough, the excited shouts from Sapnap’s bedroom disappeared, signaling he has finished streaming. Dream got up happily, saying :

“thank you Y/n, watching the movie with you was a relief, but i’ll be going back to preparing dinner now. come down in twenty minutes, will you?”

you nodded, smiling, and Clay returned the grin, closing the door behind him.

as soon as he left, you sighed, turning the tv off and getting lost in your thoughts again. 

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when it was time for dinner, you got up and started making your way downstairs, not wanting to make Clay worry about you. Sapnap was already there, as he was making some conversation with Dream.

“dude, what?!” he whisper-yelled at Clay, “that’s like- so easy to keep to yourself, you know i don’t want her knowing my secret!”

“i know, i know, but don’t you think it’s time you told her? poor girl definitely should know!” Clay answered.

this caught your attention. the aggressive way Nick talked about this made you even sadder, so your face dropped and you slid into your seat silently and quietly. the two men took notice of you immediately, their faces painting in cheerful smiles.

“hey, Y/n! why so down? hungry?” Clay asked you, placing the plates on the table.

“not anymore.” you said, tracing circles onto the table cloth boringly. 

“mmmm, well, you should eat something, or else Nick is going to get sad. is that right, Nick?” Clay asked him, kicking his foot under the table slightly.

“eh? yeah, uh. Y/n, eat some. Clay made some burgers, choose one.” Sapnap said, pointing on the bigger plate in the middle of the table with three burgers there.

“i’m not. hungry.” you repeated, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Y/n, you like my meals, why the change of appetite all of a sudden?” Clay asked, getting worried.

you wiped your eyes quickly with the sleeve of your sweater :

“i don’t know.”

“well, this is confusing. uhm. Y/n, you can tell me if, you know, something’s wrong.” Nick smiled warmly, placing his hand onto yours. you looked at him in awe, but tried not to show it.

“hey guys? uh, i think i left some burgers in the oven. be right back.” Clay said and dashed out of his seat, leaving you alone with Sapnap.

“well? would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” Nick asked again, shuffling in his seat slightly.

“w-why. why don’t you trust me?” you asked boldly, tears completely blurring your vision, your small hand still in Nick’s grip. 

“i? don’t trust you? Y/n, why would you think that?” he asked, genuinely confused and worried.

“Clay is walking around, boasting about how he knows your biggest secret, and then i hear you two talking about it, you exclusively saying how bad you don’t want me knowing it. should i stop here or go on?” you asked, wiping your tears away again, but they still fell.

Nick observed you for a bit, and you couldn’t quite read his expression. was he mad? was he sad? was he confused? you couldn’t tell, but you apologized immediately :

“i’m sorry, Nick. i- i shouldn’t have said this. i know you have the right to have secrets. i just want you to trust me. i don’t mean anything bad. i- i love you so much, i want you to feel comfortable. i’m sorry.”

you wiped your tears away again, giving him some time to think, and wondering if he really did hate you.

“Y/n... the reason i didn’t want you to know... well, it’s very complicated, and i do feel like an awkward kid back in elementary school.. but, uh. i like you. no- i love you. and you’re just so perfect, so pure. i thought if i told you this, you might start hating me. i don’t know. i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i’m the one who should be sorry here.”

you stared at him, and he stared at you. you couldn’t really describe this feeling, but it was weird and nice at the same time. like a a very hot summer day where you just feel like a sausage burning on a grill, but then some cool wind blows and you’re immediately refreshed. that’s what it felt like.

you didn’t even notice how quickly you appeared in his arms after that, snuggling into his hoodie.

“you should have told me, you idiot, idiot, idiot.” you repeated laughing and bonking his head with your hand playfully.

“i’m sorry baby.” Nick laughed, peppering your face with smooches, as if you two were dating for like a year now. the amount of comfort in doing such things even if you two aren’t officially dating yet was insane. 

“hey guys? can we eat now?” Clay popped into the kitchen carelessly, but grinned when he saw you on Nick’s lap, hugging him tight.

“uh- yeah, we can eat now-” you said, quickly returning to your seat. 

“just promise me that i won’t feel like i’m thirdwheeling all of the goddamn time, will you?” he asked, sitting down too as you and Nick laughed.